MY first remembrance
is of seeing the Master K.H. *
(*Those who have undergone occult training are aware how supremely magnificent
as a Teacher is this Great Master. He is, of course, a high Official in the
world’s education department, and apprentices from all departments have the
honour to come under His inspiring guidance. I myself have had this honour, and
although I do not belong to the education department, I still have the
inestimable privilege of His gracious guidance. It was a great joy to me to
enter the new pathway under the benevolent watchfulness of this gracious
Friend, to Whom I owe so much; and it was a great joy, too, to make the entry
with the help of the Master’s representative in the outer world, our wonderful
elder brother Bishop Leadbeater.

Only those who have had C. W. L. as teacher can possibly know all
that a teacher can really be. The evil-minded and the ignorant traduce him, as
it is their habit to traduce others of his great line; but future generations
shall rise up and call him blessed, while today there are many who count it
their greatest joy to stand by his side as his persecutors yelp at his heels.)
looking as I had never seen Him before. Radiant He is always, supremely
radiant, but now He was more than radiant, and I cannot find a word down here
to describe Him in the glory in which I perceived Him with the first flash of Nirvanic consciousness. Majestic and radiant are poor words
- “blinding” perhaps expresses it better, for just for a moment I was
overwhelmed. I almost wanted to veil my face from sight of Him, and yet I could
not keep my eyes from Him, so unfathomably splendid did He appear-only less
glorious than the KING* (*The Supreme Ruler of this world, the veritable KING,
within Whose consciousness all things live and move and have their being. Some
there are in the world who have seen Him, but who can only gaze upon Him as He
veils His glory before their feeble eyes.

He is indeed the Lightning, in the Light of which Nirvana is but
shadow. And as the first glimpse comes of Nirvana, there comes with it the
memory of an audience of the KING-the marvellous stillness, then the blinding
Presence, and then the power to see.) as I afterwards realised,
though at the time no greater glory could I conceive.

I summon up my courage. I feel as if He were saying to me:
“Welcome to a new kingdom which you must learn to conquer.” In His power my
consciousness unfolds, and I step as it were across a threshold into Nirvana.
Words and phrases, however beautiful, however majestic, almost desecrate as they
strive to describe conditions there. Even the faint touch of first experience
of this lofty level dwarfs into insignificance all other experiences of all
other planes, save only the entry into the presence of the One Initiator.

I remember my first glimpse of the Buddhic plane on the occasion
of admission to the ranks of the Great White Brotherhood. I recall to this day
my marvelling at the vision of the Master in His
Buddhic vehicle; and well do I remember in the days that followed, the wondrous
sense of unity with all things, with the trees and flowers, feeling with them
all, growing with them and in them, suffering and rejoicing in and with them. I
remember, too, the casting off of the friend of ages - the causal body, and I
remember a vivid rending contrast between the moment before and the moment
after the glimpse into the new kingdom. I remember how it was as if from out
the sunshine I had suddenly entered a dark tunnel with a seemingly unending
vista of blackness stretching infinitely far into a limitless beyond.

Was there light at the end? I could see none. Must this blackness
last for ever? Well, be it as it may, I must enter this tunnel, for I can do no
other, to quote the words of Luther. Darkness enfolds me, blackness permeates
me. Shall I never again know light? Yet I look forward and press onward. And at
last the tunnel ends, the blackness vanishes, and I step into a light more
glorious by far than the light I left. I had to let go the light I knew in
order that I might enter into a light more real. It seems to be ever thus.

That which we are ready to let go, to lose, we find unto life
eternal. In the occultist there must be a spirit of daring, of adventure, of
eagerness to risk. He must be willing to let the lesser go before he has grasped
the greater. And in the interspace there is a
momentary loneliness which must be borne happily and joyfully, for it is in
loneliness that is born the power to strive, the strength to sustain and to
protect. Those who cannot endure loneliness are not yet ready to be moulded into leaders of men.

But to-day the Master seems to me as One Whom I have never known
before, robed in the glories of a Kingdom I am entering as a little child.

The new consciousness enfolds me, and in a moment my world is
full of new, strange, glorious values. All is different, supremely different,
though the same. A new Divinity is open to my eyes, and unfolds to my gaze a
new meaning, a new

purpose. It is the Buddhic unity transcended, glorified - a more
marvellous unity; in some wonderful way it is merged in a state vaster and more
tremendous.

There is something even more true than the truth in the unity I
have so far known, something more real. It seems impossible, and yet it is so.What is the nature of that of which even Buddhic glory
is but a limitation? I must use words, and words seem a terrible anti-climax. I
can only say it is the Glory of a Light Transcendent, a world of Light which is
the image of God’s own Eternity.

Face to face do I seem to be with an “unspotted mirror” of His
Power and with an image of His Goodness. And the mirror, the image, is an
endless ocean of Light, in which I once
again become (though in one sense I already have been) merged by an apotheosis
of at-one-ments on plane after plane below.

It is another baptism, another immersion into the Waters of the
Real. At every stage of growth a baptism, to be succeeded by a confirmation, to
be followed some day by an ordination, a consecration to, because an
identification, whether complete or not, with the Higher Self. Brotherhood in
the outer world; unity in the Buddhic world; light transcendent in Nirvana. And
if on the threshold I am transported by its glory, how shall it be when I begin
to ascend to the summit? Description falters even before this first lifting of
the veil. Thought and feeling distort and narrow infinitely. At best one can
but suggest and hint. The rest is a matter of individual incommunicable
experience.

This Light Transcendent is even nearer to the Real than the
Buddhic Unity which hitherto had seemed the most stupendous fact in all the
world. Light the beginning; Light the path; Light the future. God said: “Let
there be Light,” and there was and is Light indescribable. Beautiful as is the
light in the world, it is but the faint and feeble image of the Light
Triumphant - the adjective somehow seems appropriate - of these regions of the Real.It is the Sun-Light of the Sun ere it descends into
the forms in which we know it. It is Light purified of form. It is Light which
is the Life of form. It is an ever-present “intimation of immortality,” a
Future within the Now, and thus Eternal. It is an I do not say “the” -
apotheosis and essence of the light we know.

All the glory of the most wonderful dawn (and one feels nothing
can be more wonderful than a perfect Eastern dawn), is brought to glorious
fruition and splendid perfection in that eternal noon-day which is Nirvana. The
glory of the Buddhic plane is but the dawning of a Nirvanic
Day.

Yet, as I write these words, I remember knowing, as I stood
awe-struck upon the threshold of Nirvana, that beyond even that, to me, supreme
unfoldment lay unfathomable, immeasurable splendours,
to which Nirvana itself - the noon-day of the Buddhic dawning - is but as a
dawn, a promise, a shadow. I could sense this.

I had to sense it to preserve my balance. I must hold fast to
proportion even in these stupendous regions. That Unity could be transcended I
knew, for was not the Light-Glory before my eyes? But there is more even than
Light-Glory. Some day in the far-off future I shall know a Glory that is even
more than the

Glory of Light.

I call this Light of Nirvana the noon-day of the Buddhic dawn.
But it is only noon-day because for the time being it represents the utmost
capacity of my consciousness. Same years ago the Light of Buddhi was the noon. To-day it is but dawn, glorious though it be. And there will
come a time when the Light of Nirvana will be but dawn because I shall know
another noon. It is because I live for the moment in the
Eternal that I can thus preserve my balance. I can perceive no ultimate
noon-day, even though I can perceive no other noon-day than Nirvana.

I look back upon glorious dawns, and upon glorious noondays. I
see before me other noon-days before which this Nirvanic
noon-day itself must pale into a dawn. Is there no limit to growth? None that I
can perceive. And if I talk of dawns and noon-days, are there also evenings,
even-tides, glorious evenings, evenings no less wonderful than the dawns, with
light as beautiful as the light of dawn, as the light of noon-time? I think
there are.

There are no nights, perhaps; at least no blackness. But there
comes from time to time a stillness, a hush, which is the Silence of a
consummation.[There comes the hush, the silence, the stillness, just before a
birth into a new region of Light, just before a new dawn. It is not that the
noon-day light has lessened, but that a light more glorious still is beginning
to shed its refulgence upon a lesser light, so that it is as if a noon-time had
turned to evening by reason of contrast with the greater glory to be. And in
that evening, in that hush which is the shadow of a greater glory, the neophyte
gathers up reverently the powers he has gained, to use them in the conquest of
the new kingdom of Light about to appear above the horizon.

God is Light, Light is God. Man is Light. All is Light. A new
meaning to the ancient Egyptian exhortations: “Look for the Light!” “Follow the
Light!” Perceive and learn to be at one with the Light of God in all things. I
look upon the world. I see the world in terms of Light. God-Light in
manifestation in man-light, in rock-light, in tree-light, in creature-light.
All is light - a blinding glory at the centre, translated into colour-light,
into sound-light, into form-light, into substance-light as it descends into
ever-increasing manifestation. At the circumference light as we know it in the
manifested universe, light [expressed in innumerable ways. At the centre that
glory which is beyond all form, all colour, all substance. Yet the
circumference is but the centre externalised, so
there is the blinding glory everywhere - the God-Light - the blazing seed of
futurity in each individual thing in every kingdom.* (*Compare, in this connexion, that very interesting book “Colour-Music: The
Art of Light,” by A. B. Klein. (Crosby Lockwood & Son, London.)) The light-seed
unfolds its essence, its being, and becomes a world, a universe.

In each kingdom of Nature, seven great
pathways of Light, potential in each kingdom in the beginning, unfolding into
glorious fruition at the close. I see the diamond, the ruby, the emerald, the
sapphire - kings of the mineral kingdom - superb in the perfection of their
colours. Yet at the bottom these glories exist; imprisoned, slowly being
released through the evolutionary process, until they stand free and splendid
as the kingdom’s jewels.

May I quote here a beautiful passage from Ruskin’s The Ethics of
the Dust in which he describes the glorious pathway of evolution in the mineral
kingdom, the Light in prison becoming the Light free, thence to enter into
higher tabernacles to tread pathways no less glorious and virtually identical
in process?

A pure or holy state of anything is that in which all its parts
are helpful or consistent. The highest and first law of the universe, and the
other name of life, is, therefore, ‘help’. The other name of death is
‘separation’. Government and co-operation are in all things, and eternally, the
laws of life. Anarchy and competition, eternally, and in all things, the laws
of death.

Perhaps the best, though the most familiar, example we could take
of the nature and power of consistence, will be that of the possible changes in
the dust we tread on.

Exclusive of animal decay, we can hardly arrive at a more
absolute type of impurity, than the mud or slime of a damp over-trodden path,
in the outskirts of a manufacturing town. I do not say mud of the road, because
that is mixed with animal refuse; but take merely an ounce or two of the
blackest slime of a beaten footpath, on a rainy day, near a manufacturing town.
That slime we shall find in most cases composed of clay (or brickdust,
which is burnt clay) mixed with soot, a little sand, and water. All these
elements are at helpless war with each other, and destroy reciprocally each
other’s nature and power: competing and fighting for place at every tread of
your foot; sand squeezing out clay, and clay squeezing out water, and soot
meddling everywhere, and defiling the whole. Let us suppose that this ounce of
mud is left in perfect rest, and that its elements gather together, like to
like, so that their atoms may get into the closest relations possible.

Let the clay begin. Ridding itself of allforeign substance, it gradually becomes a
whiteearth, already very beautiful, and
fit, with help of congealing fire, to be made into finest porcelain, and
painted on, and be kept in kings’ palaces. But such artificial consistence is
not its best. Leave it still quiet, to follow its own instinct of unity, and it
becomes, not only white, but clear; not only clear, but hard; not only clear
and hard, but so set that it can deal with light in a wonderful way, and gather
out of it the loveliest blue rays only, refusing the rest. We call it then a
sapphire.

Such being the consummation of the clay, we give similar
permission of quiet to the sand. Italso
becomes, first a white earth; then proceeds to grow clear and hard, and at last
arranges itself in mysterious, infinitely fine parallel lines, which have the
power of reflecting, not merely the blue rays, but the blue, green, purple, and
red rays, in the greatest beauty in which they can be seen through any hard
material whatsoever. We call it then an opal.

In next order the soot sets to work. It cannot make itself white
at first; but, instead of being discouraged, tries harder and harder; and comes
out clear at last; and the hardest thing in the world: and for the blackness
that it had, obtains in exchange the power of reflecting all the rays of the
sun at once, in the vividest blaze that any solid
thing can shoot. We call it then a diamond.

Last of all, the water purifies or unites itself; contented
enough if it only reach the form of a dewdrop: but, if we insist on its
proceeding to a more perfect consistence, it crystallises
into the shape of a star. And, for the ounce of slime which we had by political
economy of competition, we have, by political economy of co-operation, a
sapphire, an opal, and a diamond, set in the midstof a star of snow.

… I have asked you to hear that, children, because, from all that
we have seen in the work and play of these past days, I would have you gain at
least one grave and enduring thought. The seeming trouble - the unquestionable
degradation - of the elements of the physical earth, must passively wait the
appointed time of their repose, or their restoration. It can only be brought
about for them by the agency of external law. But if, indeed, there be a nobler
life in us than in these strangely moving atoms; - if, indeed there is an
eternal difference between the fire which inhabits them, and that which
animates us - it must be shown, by each of us in his appointed place, not
merely in the patience, but in the activity of our hope; not merely by our
desire, but our labour, for the time when the Dust of the generations of men
shall be confirmed for foundations of the gates of the city of God.

The human clay, now trampled and despised, will not be - cannot
be - knit into strength and light by accidents or ordinances of unassisted
fate. By human cruelty and iniquity it has been afflicted; - by human mercy and
justice it must be raised and, in all fear or questioning of what is or is not,
the real message of creation, or of revelation, you may assuredly find perfect
peace, if you are resolved to do that which your Lord has plainly required -
and content that He should indeed require no more of you - than to do Justice,
to love Mercy, and to walk humbly with Him.

In every kingdom it is the same. The free time after time
realizing its imprisonment because it has conquered its kingdom, and bursting
its bonds afresh that a still mightier and more splendid freedom may be
achieved. The flower of every kingdom an unfolded colour-glory, sound-glory, substance-glory,
form-glory, passing thence to win a nobler freedom. Of course, the word
“imprisonment” is hardly accurate, for there is probably little, if any, sense
of imprisonment until the prison-doors are about to be opened that the soul may
enter into a bondage less restricted. Fortunately for us, we generally see our
prisons only as we leave them. Until then a prison is an opportunity. Let us
beware of so missing our opportunities that bondage takes their place, and a
veritable prison-house closes in upon us.

Another image in my consciousness is of a Light-nucleus,
imprisoned lightning, charged with the spirit of Divinity, as a Sun below the
horizon of the world, or of a kingdom of Nature, or of an
individual member of a kingdom of Nature, as the evolutionary
process in each case begins. All is darkness and silently still. Life sleeps on
the bosom of the Infinite. Higher and higher ascends the nucleus of Light,
radiating ever upwards and outwards. Life stirs into activity, the world
awakes. The dawn is at hand. A faint light glows, the rose of Light, as
tenderness softly touching the eyes of the sleeping world.

From out the dawn in its tenderness comes the dawn in its
iridescent vigour - a wonderful aurora of colour - a
veritable spectrum of Light. And then all colours bend before their Lord and
Master, merging themselves in Him. The Sun has risen and passes onwards to the
glory of a perfect day. The perfect Dawn is the Light which is Buddhi, but
Nirvana is the Light which is the Day; not yet the Eternal Noontide, but a
partial consummation of the dawn.

Thus my image in terms of Colour-Light. But it comes to me in
terms of Sound-Light. First, the soft note expressing the Divine essence, the
key-note or basic tone of the individuality whatever it may be-the note which
gives the individuality. Then the mystic chord, swelling as it were out of the
single sound, the nature chord of the, individuality. And so on into an equally

veritable spectrum of sound, an aurora of music, a great and
majestic symphony declaring in terms of music the new goal to be achieved. A
hush of soundless silence in which the glorious music of an achievement is marvellously merged, so that the very silence has become more
vibrant, theVoice of the
Silence has gained articulateness. In the hush, sound stirs once more to
greater ends, and as time passes unfolds from archetypal note to mystic chord,
from mystic chordto magic symphony, and
then again that silence in which the symphony is blended, which it has
enriched. Can you not hear your own growth in terms of colour, in terms of
music? Can you not hear the faint beginnings, can you not pre-sense the mighty
ends? I have heard the beginnings of Nirvana in terms of sound, in terms of
colour; and I seem to hear as if far away in deep distance the symphony of the
achievement of Nirvana, as I can dimly perceive the apotheosis of that Light
which even at the outset is so hopelessly indescribable. Is there not a note
which sounds the beginning of the Birth into the Mysteries of the Real? Is
there not a symphony which marks its fruition, a symphony gathered up into a
silence and issuing forth therefrom as the note of a
new endeavour, the note of the Baptism?

Is therenot the note and
symphony of the Transfiguration, the note and symphony of a
Crucifixion-Resurrection, of an Ascension, and of consecrations yet beyond? And
so with Light. Lose yourselves, my readers, now and then at least in these reachings into the Real, bathe yourselves in these true
imaginings. So do you gain a glimpse and an understanding of the Eternal, and
of the inevitable, glory beyond those contrasts which seem in time so dark and
dreary but which thus serve to teach us of the sunshine everlasting.

Out of sleep and dream I am awake, though to regions beyond I may
still be dreaming. But the dream is true, for it is the vision of the final
conquest of the kingdom of man and the standing upon the threshold of the
kingdoms of the superman. Let me try to put my vision otherwise. I look upon
the world, and I see our Lord the Sun expressed in myriad suns. Each monad I
perceive to be a Sun in miniature.

The Sun Divine throws off spark-suns charged with all His
attributes. The process of evolution begins, and these sparks burst into
colour, or rather gradually unfold in terms of colour; rainbows with
sun-hearts, or nuclei or centres. God’s Light thus imprisoned in form begins its
long pathway of transcending form, thus acquiring self-consciousness. Every
atom of light is an atom of unconscious Divinity, slowly but surely fulfilling
the will of the Sun that it shall become unfolded into self-conscious Divinity.
Every atom is a Sun unconscious, and shall become a Sun self-conscious. And the
Sun-Light, which is the Light that is free, shines upon the Sun-Light, which is
the Light imprisoned; Light the wanderer in the darkness, until the Light
within and the Light without blend into a perfect whole, earth-light kissing
Heaven-Light and becoming Sun-Light.

Bathed in the Lightning-standing-still which is Nirvana, I
perceive the imprisoned lightnings in all things. I
perceive the Light which is dull-the savage; the Light which is bright - the
man evolved; the Light which is glory - the Superman, the Master. I see colour
everywhere in process of transmutation, of glorification, of transcendence.
There is no blackness anywhere in the sense of a negation of Light. God said:
“Let there be Light.” And there was and is light everywhere. “His Light shineth even in our darkness.”

And as before I might express my vision in terms of sound, of
music, in terms of gloriously growing forms. For, as time passes, I begin to
perceive that while my first impression found instant expression in the word
“Light,” and specially in the phrase “Lightning-standing-still,” I now know
that this Light conception is but a quality of Nirvana, an aspect, a facet of
the diamond sphere. In truth, Nirvana is an essence of things and a flower of
things. It is an Alpha and an Omega. I am gradually, though only very, very
slowly, beginning to look for Nirvana in all things. I cannot say that I have
found Nirvana in all things, but I think I have reached the point of at least
knowing that Nirvana is there. I know, though I do not yet perceive. I may,
perhaps, best describe to you this knowledge in terms of Light, or it may be in
terms of Sound, or in terms of Form.

But Nirvana is beyond all these. Nirvana is a Mode of Being, a
Mode that transcends Light and Sound and Form, though shadowed at least in all
that we can know down here of the most glorious Light, Sound and Form. Have you
tried to transcend the farthest limits of your consciousness? Have you ever
striven to rise, first measurably and then almost immeasurably, above and
beyond yourself? Have you ever tried to know your bondage and then to burst the
bonds? Have you ever recognized your limitations, your many weaknesses, and
have you then ever known yourself as having triumphed over them, so that you
have become unrecognizable to yourself as well as to others? Thus do you reach
after Nirvana, however long may be the road on which you have to travel. Light
- yes; Sound - yes; even Form from out the Formless - yes. But Nirvana is a
mighty Spiritual Essence of all these things, and you approach it by learning
to transcend yourself, to be an alchemist transmuting marvellously
the lower into the higher. Awake! Arise! Know that Nirvana is your very being,
and therefore realise yourself.

Everywhere in God’s workshop of the world, Master-Painters,
Master-Singers, Master-Sculptors, Master-Builders at work. Sun-Light the common
material. Sun-Light fashioned into forms - colour-forms, sound-forms, forms of
every kind; but all Sun-Light. And we are apprentices to these Masters of
Crafts, and fashion after them in our childish ways. Yet we, too, are some day
to become Master-Craftsmen, Masters of the Light in the future as we are
children of the Light to-day. From darkness our Masters of the Light lead us to
the Light, from the darkness and colour-divisions of unconscious divinity into
the pure white radiance of Divine Self-Consciousness. But as I hold Nirvanic consciousness in the valleys of my being, as I
remember the summits while living on the plains, I can for the time being
transcend time.

There is, as long as the Nirvanic
consciousness holds, no becoming, no dawning, no colour-only a perfect
Radiance, beginningless and endless. It is thus that
Nirvana is Bliss, and I know now why some Great Ones enfold Themselves in it to
the end of the Age.

It is a supreme consummation, and opens out a Pathway of
stupendous glory.Irealise,
too, that here is no selfishness, there could be none, of course, in entering
Nirvana and exploring it to the end, if end there be. To abide in Nirvana, not
to go forth therefrom, is a form of service to the
world, for to enter Nirvana is to make a channel between the world and Nirvana
so that the world is one step nearer to the Nirvanic
dawn, and in some indescribable way the world is drawn into Nirvana, or should
I rather say becomes more “Nirvanic,” because a Son
of the world abides therein.

I look upon races, upon nations, upon peoples, upon faiths, upon
communities - as colours in the universal spectrum, and yet each a spectrum in
itself. I must study these colours, that I may the more purposefully serve. I
see Australia. I see our
Australian Section - the Sun-nucleus of the Australian continent. I see the
colour-scheme of things everywhere. I see that colour matters infinitely, in
the little things as well as in the big. For everywhere is a message as well as
an individual growth. There is a message in the colour of the clothes we wear,
in the colour of our furniture, of our objects of daily use, in our music and
drama and painting; yes, and even in our magazine, Advance! Australia. Does its blue
printing speak its message truly? Does not black printing convey less of God’s
message than colour printing?

I know the power of Light, and therefore the power of colour. The
Nirvanic Light is power, not cold power, but blazing
power, at least as I sensed it. And even the word “power” is a limitation, for
I know now in a measure that I can begin to understand the meaning of the three
great attributes of God-Light - Omniscience, Omnipotence, Omnipresence. I see
each colour emerging from its archetype, descending into darkness, ascending
into Light. At first faint, dim, crude, changing from shade to shade. The
swinging of the pendulum of growth between the colours of darkness and the
colours of Light. Gradually, slowly, the fiercer hues of the colours of discord
and of hatred mellow into the splendid shades of Love.

I know the Universes to be colour-schemes. One universe a rose
scheme, another a yellow scheme, a third a blue scheme, and so on. What is our
colour-scheme? Rose? Perhaps, and yet its heart is the blinding, glorious Light
containing within itself all light-rates within the mighty octave of its Being.

And now, in the light of further experience, I can begin to
interpret races, peoples, nations, faiths, communities, in terms other than of
Light, of colour. I hear them all building their respective symphonies,
resolving - slowly I am afraid - their inevitable discords into equally
inevitable harmonies. And these various music-strivings go to the building of
the great world Symphony, the basic note and chord of which is present in
variations in every subdivision of the world whether large or small. I have
written of our Universe as possibly a Rose Universe. Is our earth a yellow
sub-division of the general rose scheme? What is the Note of our Universe, and
what is the earth’s variant thereof? This is a most fascinating theme for
study, but as I am at present only in the region of speculation, guessing, imagining,
it seems hardly profitable to pursue the investigation further.

The point is that entry into Nirvana is an approach to the basic
things of Being, those things which are omnipresent and, from one point of view,
changeless. Nirvana is omnipresent. Nirvana is present in colour, in sound, in
form, in substance. Nirvana is the essence of them all; or should I not rather
say a form of the essence of them all, a fundamental mode of the root of their
being?

I am living in a Light-Eternity. I descend into a Colour-Time.
Time is the breaking up of Light-Eternal into colour; and there is the Light of
the past, the Light of the present, the Light of the future. Yet all within an
Eternal Now.

The world seems new with a new sacredness. The Power of the Light
is in all things. Through our very physical senses we touch the Light which is
Divinity. It lies about us, and in us. As we have variations round a music-note
or music-theme or motif, so is the world an almost infinite number of
variations upon the theme of the Universal Light. It is a Symphony of Light. It
is also a Symphony of Sound, and no less a Symphony of Silence. It is a
Symphony of Colour and of Form. And there are those who, hearing the Archetypal
Symphony, seek to mellow the harsh notes and cruder colours and forms of
ignorance so that the world orchestra, composed of all manifested life as the
musicians, may, under the baton, the mighty Rod of Power of the world’s Supreme
Conductor, make a music glorious - the archetype one with the actual.

The process of evolution is a process of the individualization of
Light on the way to re-universalization on the plane
of self-consciousness. Music is Light. Fire is Light. The Arts and the Sciences
are Light in evolution growing under the laws of Light. The Scriptures tell us
of the Light. There is a great Gospel

of the Light, whence comes every faith, and to proclaim which
comes every Saviour. Light is right; darkness is
wrong. We grow towards the Light as do the trees and flowers.

I see our Lord the Sun in each of us. Is the heart the sun of our
body-world? Does the blood reflect His rays? Are not all things Light-terms,
Light-formulae?

What is Nirvana? The Light Divine. I am touching, perhaps only
for a moment, its lowest reaches, its densest layers. All I have written is but
of the Light Divine in its lowest Nirvanic aspect. I
cannot conceive down here even this Glory, but it leaves in me as I return to
earth a new perception of Reality. I have taken a step nearer to the Real.
There is a greater comradeship in the world than I had thought - a deeper
identity, a more glorious origin, a more glorious way, and a more glorious
goal. Round me everywhere and at all times are God's Sunshine Messengers. Every
colour speaks His Word and His Voice. Every form breathes His purpose. I, dust
in the Sunshine, yet am part of it, and looking upward to the Sun I see the
sign of my own Divinity, and the embodied promise of my ultimate achievement.
As is our Lord the Sun so shall we all be, for He has willed it so.

Light is language, thought, vesture and vehicle. A flash of light
conveys for us down here a whole philosophy. The whole of this pitifully feeble
amount of Nirvanic experience was doubtless within a
single flash of Nirvanic Light penetrating my being,
or rather perhaps stirring at last from age-long dormancy within me.

Light is the Will of the Sun, the Wisdom of the Sun, the Love of
the Sun. It is written in books that Nirvana is bliss. Even from that outermost
region, at the frontiers, I know Nirvana to be infinitely more. Just one
glimpse and all things seem to be made new, within me and without me. I remain,
yet am wholly changed, and everything round me seems to be undergoing a process
of revaluation.

Even now, everything means far more than before. Every object, in
every kingdom, seems in one way far more a shadow of Reality than a reality,
for I perceive how feeble and inadequate must be all reflections of the Light.
I did not know before that they were so feeble. And yet, equally true is it
that every object is far more real, far less of a shadow of Reality, than I had
thought. I see the prison-opportunity of form, and I perceive the shadows. I
see the unfolding splendour of the Light-Eternal, and
I perceive the Real. All other worlds are shadow-worlds compared with this Nirvanic world. And yet they are more real worlds because
of this Nirvanic world, for I now perceive the seal
of God’s purpose set upon all things, and I must reverence all things in far
deeper measure than before.

Philosophers talk of pure Being. I seem to be able to sense what
pure Being must be, not because I have contacted it, but because I have
contacted that which is less short of pure Being than all other
consciousness-states I have so far experienced. At present, speaking as a child
in this new kingdom, Nirvana to me is pure Life, Life which is Light. Not that
colour has faded into this Light.

Colour remains, but the spectrum of Nirvana is a glorification
indescribable of the colour-spectra of the planes below. It is more Light than
colour. Indeed, only as I grow a little accustomed to the Light, and my
sensitiveness increases,

beginning to adapt itself to its new environment, do I begin to
perceive that within Nirvanic Light are marvellous manifestations
of colour apotheoses, of colour relationships, schemes and interactions. For
the moment, the sense of

evolution is lost in the blinding glory of the Light. As I become
more at home in a Home one never thinks to own until one enters at its doors, I
shall realize, as I do not yet realize, that the eternal truth remains true,
and becomes more true; that to enter the Sun-Light, which is another way of
saying to love God, there is only one road - the service of that Light which lighteth

every man.

Thus, with a new power which I shall learn to use, do I seem to
enter upon a deeper service. We are children of the Sun, sparks of this
glorious Sun-Light. I look up into the sky and I see my King. Sun-worshippers
worship more truly, perhaps, than they know. I, infinitesimal, ignorant and
feeble, yes, even I, am a servant of the Sun. As He shines upon the whole
universe, so must I shine upon my world. I must be sunshine, even as He is
sunshine. It is sometimes said that we cannot see God. I think I can see Him in
part, and know something of His sublimity, as I look upon the Sun. Even with my
physical eyes, I know something of His glory, and the whole world around me is
His glory in manifestation. But looking upon Him from the Nirvanic
world, I know far, far more. Another veil is lifted, and a fuller Glory shines
upon me.

No words can express my new sense of Him. It is, and must be, a
mystery beyond words, beyond feeling, beyond even thought. Indeed, I must not
even make the attempt; it is little short of blasphemy. But in the First
Epistle General of St. John, beginning at the
fifth verse of the first chapter, it is written:

This then is the message which we have heard of Him, and declare unto
you, that God is Light, and in Him is no darkness at all. If we say that we
have fellowship with Him, and walk in darkness, we lie, and do not the truth.
But if we walk in the light, as He is in the light, we have fellowship one with
another.

And again in the second chapter of the same Epistle, beginning at
the ninth verse:He that saith
he is in the light, and hateth his brother, is in
darkness even until now. He that loveth his brother abideth in the light, and there is none occasion of
stumbling in him.

A simple message, but profoundly true. “In Him is no darkness at
all, neither shadow of turning.” Upon us all shines His Light perpetual. May we
ever dwell in the Light through the service of our brethren.